Son, the empress doesn't like to eat soft rice

Chen Xian'an shook his head, throwing away all the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

Since some things cannot be avoided, then we can only bite the bullet and wait until then.

Chen Xian'an returned to the bed, his consciousness slowly sank, and Kang Jian and Zhang Luo on the other side were also drinking tea... a little confused.

Black tea, warm in nature, nourishes the stomach and calms the mind, making people feel comfortable.

Kang Jian took the last sip and didn't dare to drink any more.

"Old Zhang, I'm a little sleepy, I'll sleep with you tonight."

Standing up, Zhang Luo watched Kang Jian walking into the room in a daze, and smiled helplessly.

The night wind was gentle, the moonlight was hazy, Zhang Luo's cloudy eyes, at this moment, was able to clearly see the bright moon above.

"The moon tonight is so round."

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The sound of the breaking wind was accompanied by the very subtle sound of the soles of feet touching the ground, and the purple trench coat flowed and slid in the wind, bringing out a unique fragrance.

They are covered with veils, and their movements are as light as cats. There is a special floral decoration wrapped around their waists, and the floral decorations extend from both sides, like two flying snow-white ribbons.

Tap the roof of the house lightly with the toes, and the body jumps into the distance.

Looking from this direction, what they were going to was Zhang Luo's residence.

Zhang Luo has symptoms of insomnia. In normal times, he has trouble falling asleep. Complicated things and information always occupy his mind. From time to time, he wonders whether this move is correct.

Is there something that needs to be done this way?
Next to him, Kang Jian was fast asleep, even snoring softly.

Zhang Luo took out a balloon from the side and put it on Kang Jian's mouth, only to see that the balloon inflated rapidly, and then deflated quickly.

After repeated several times, Kang Jian suddenly frowned and turned around.

Zhang Luo put down the balloon and looked at the dark ceiling.

The wind and waves outside were still tearing at the ground, and it had been cold inexplicably since it was already spring.

But the weather in Anxian is like this, it is very weird, which leads many people to say that there is no spring and autumn in Anxian, only summer and winter.

Shrinking under the quilt, the body slowly warmed up again.

This is what it looks like when you have insomnia. Maybe the soles of your feet are still cold, but your upper body is always hot, even the kind that is so hot that you sweat.

Stretching out his hand, it didn't take long for it to be cold again, and when he retracted it again, his body strangely began to heat up again.

Zhang Luo thought of his old days.

As the No.30 seventh-generation Tanhua in the Anxian Imperial Examination, he also had a good time back then. At that time, he was young and always thought that he could make a career, be appreciated by His Majesty, and honor his ancestors.

In fact, after that, he did exactly that. He proposed several measures in the imperial city, all of which solved the problems at the beginning of the founding of the country.

Because of this, his official position became bigger and bigger, and even later he was appreciated by a daughter of an official in the capital, and the two became partners.

Only after Zhang Luo, who has infinite scenery, does he think of his future goal, Guangzong Yaozu.

He was born in a small place, and his parents did everything they could to send him to the imperial examination. For this reason, they didn't spend money on treatment for all the diseases they contracted.

Zhang Luo thought that he would gain a firm foothold in the capital and take his parents over to live a good life. It was the same way when he contacted by letter before.

But this time, he wanted to return to his hometown in person, which was considered a return trip.

It wasn't until the time of departure, in his parents' last letter, that he recalled the woman who might have been dusty in his memory.

The two are childhood sweethearts, and the woman's family is also poor, but she has always supported Zhang Luo, and now he still has the sweater knitted by the other hand by his side.

In the past countless days and nights, Zhang Luo made many promises to the woman, but after experiencing these things, five years have passed, and he feels that the other party has already married.

But it wasn't until the last letter that he knew that the other party had never been married.

Zhang Luo was silent for a long time, he seemed to understand the meaning of the other party, but what about himself now?

Enjoying all the splendor and wealth in the capital, and having a marriage contract with a daughter, suddenly looking back, only to find that the original self has become farther and farther away from him.

He returned to his hometown and found that his father had passed away.

I asked my mother the reason, and after a long time, the other party said that it was because of a long-term illness, and she passed away after she went out of the imperial examination, but she didn't say it because she was worried that it would affect her.

Mother's health is also not good, lying on the bed, time is running out.

Zhang Luo stood at home, looking at the bare walls, the poverty, and the mother who was tortured by the disease.

He suddenly collapsed, what exactly is he pursuing?
"Luo Er, go and see Xiu Er, she has been waiting for you for too long."

mother said weakly.

"Wenxiu? Where is she now?" Zhang Luo's voice trembled a little, as if a light appeared in his completely dark eyes.

Mother panted heavily, and exhausted all her strength to utter these few words from between her teeth.

"She was buried in the reed marsh where you used to go, go...to see her."

After the weak mother said this, she seemed to have explained everything clearly.

She is very satisfied with her son's current situation. The husband and wife have suffered for a lifetime, and her son has also suffered for more than ten years. Now that the other party can have a good life, she should be satisfied.

As a mother, it seems that for her, her own life is enough.

Zhang Luo held his mother's rough and weak palm, his eyes seemed to be completely closed, and he couldn't see much light.

He just sat on the dirty floor like this, unable to say a word for a long time.

Should we cry?

The emotions were so complicated that he even forgot how to use his lacrimal gland muscles when crying.

One night, Zhang Luo sat on the floor like this all night long, until the morning sun appeared in the sky, forcing a ray of light into his eyes with difficulty.

Later, he went to the woman's tomb, but there was no tombstone. The other party said that he wanted to follow the river, the capital ahead, and see where the son-in-law in his heart lived.

That way, Zhang Luo wouldn't be alone in that huge capital.

That time, Zhang Luo sat in the reeds and cried all day until he temporarily lost his sight.

Later, he rejected Qianjin's marriage contract and told the other party that he could not delay her.

Because of this, he was dissatisfied by His Majesty and sent to the frontier until now.

"Ugh."

There seemed to be a picture on the pitch-black ceiling, Zhang Luo ignored Kang Jian's snoring beside him, looked at the picture, and laughed.
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Today, the two chapters will be updated at one time. The winter solstice is coming, everyone is well, thank you readers who have supported me all the way, whether it is eating dumplings or glutinous rice balls, in the coming year, everyone will be full and happy!